Midnight High

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This fan fiction contains sexual actions, death, drugs, homophobia, mental Illness, and a foul use of language.
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All I feel the next morning is a blasting headache, and pain all over my body. I open my eyes and try to focus on where I am, it's blue, why am I seeing blue? I put my hand out and touch a rough surface and realize it's a tarp, I push it off of me and quickly come back to reality after observing my surroundings.

"Shit, fuck." I manage to sit up with all of the pain shooting through my back. I rub my head with my hand and brush my hair out of my face.

"Hey. You're finally awake." I look over to the voice and see Eddie. I struggle to stand up as Eddie walks over to me and takes my hand to help.

"We should probably go get you in the shower." He says putting my arm over his shoulder. I take one step forward and stumble to the ground and hit the wood hard.

"Ahh fuck that hurts so much." I wince in pain and shut my eyes tight, I feel Eddie pick me up off the ground and carry me outside. I open my eyes again and look up at him, the sunlight shines on his face as he focuses on not falling over also.

"What happened?" I manage to mutter out.

"You blacked out last night." He says looking down at me. We get up to the house and he helps me walk in. We get to the bathroom and I sit down on the toilet trying to ignore my piercing headache. Eddie turns on the water and taps my knee.

"Do you want me to help you with your clothes?" He looks at me with a worried look on his face. I nod at him trying to stand up with my hand on the sink.

"I'm surprised the water still works here." I laugh quietly as Eddie helps me take my shoes off. I let go of the sink and pull my shirt off wincing in pain again, I look in the mirror and see a big bruise on my right shoulder, bags under my eyes, and hickeys on my neck. My eyes open wide and I look down at Eddie while he's struggling to unbutton my jeans.

"Eddie.. what else happened last night...?" He looks up at me and sees what I'm talking about. His face flushed a little bit and he laughs nervously.

"Well, uh... we were playing truth or dare and then... um..." he looks back at my jeans and finally manages to get them unbuttoned. I step out of them and he throws them to the side and stands up to look at me.

"We kissed." He says quietly and pushes some curls out his face.

"Oh... is that.. is that a bad thing?" I ask licking my dry, pale lips.

"Well no, I don't think it is. But what about you?" He looks away from me and I put my hand on his face.

"No... it's not a bad thing. I'm kinda glad you were my first kiss and not some random ass person I meet in a club bathroom." I make him laugh and he looks back at me again. He smiles and starts speaking.

"Well then I'm glad too." We stare at each other for a second before he takes a deep breath.

"Do you... want your underwear off? Or do you want to keep them on?" He touches the band of my boxers a little.